\\ Get my pretty name out of your mouth \\
Thal is not the kind of girl who will squeal and lose her mind over news of an engagement, in fact, she's not sure she agrees with marriage as a concept. But she knows Asta, and she's seen the two men together, seen their love, and seen how happy they make one another. So if marriage means promising to continue making her best friend this happy for the rest of his life, well, how could she not approve.
She can't help the soft intake of excited breath or the smile that's almost too big for her face when he teases the information. Laughing lightly, there's a bright intensity to her voice. "Astaroth. That's great! I'm so happy for you!" There's no joking or mischief this time, a pure, genuine joy bursting forth as she bumps him again, actually tempted to hug him. Looking up at Asta, she winks. "You two are perfect for each other."
A squirrel darts past them, practically taunting them with its sharp voice. Without a weapon already out (unless she wants to burn the forest down), and more than a little invested in their conversation, Thal waves a dismissive hand. "Yeah yeah. In a minute." Despite her words, her hand grips the hilt of a dagger, pulling it silently from her sheath in preparation of any more bold prey.
Meanwhile, she lets her attention linger on Asta, a content smile on her lips. "Tell me more. When did you decide this?"
She can't help the soft intake of excited breath or the smile that's almost too big for her face when he teases the information. Laughing lightly, there's a bright intensity to her voice. "Astaroth. That's great! I'm so happy for you!" There's no joking or mischief this time, a pure, genuine joy bursting forth as she bumps him again, actually tempted to hug him. Looking up at Asta, she winks. "You two are perfect for each other."
A squirrel darts past them, practically taunting them with its sharp voice. Without a weapon already out (unless she wants to burn the forest down), and more than a little invested in their conversation, Thal waves a dismissive hand. "Yeah yeah. In a minute." Despite her words, her hand grips the hilt of a dagger, pulling it silently from her sheath in preparation of any more bold prey.
Meanwhile, she lets her attention linger on Asta, a content smile on her lips. "Tell me more. When did you decide this?"
Thalassa
